Huffing and Puffing

NGS: pedal, pedal, pant, pant, pedal

Biker Boy: whistle, pedal, whistle, pedal

NGS: pant, pant, pant

Biker Boy: How's this pace for you?

NGS: Oh, just fine. pant, pant, pant

Biker Boy: Isn't this gorgeous weather?

NGS: A bit warm, don't you think? pant, pant, pant

Biker Boy: pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal

If only I could count the number of times this exchange has taken place. Maybe someday I'll learn to say, "hey, you, Biker Boy, how about you slow down so I can breathe?" But until that day, I shall pant, pant, pant.

Happy Labor Day.